---------------------------------------------------------------------- Message-ID: <034336Z16071996@anon.penet.fi> Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories From: an349772@anon.penet.fi X-Anonymously-To: alt.sex.stories Organization: Anonymous forwarding service Reply-To: an349772@anon.penet.fi Date: Tue, 16 Jul 1996 03:38:02 UTC Subject: EBS: My Baby Sister Lines: 321 This is a service of the Erotic Broadcast Service! The following story is not written by me nor do I agree/diagree with its contents. I am simply posting this story so that concenting adults who might not find this disagreable will enjoy it. As such, the author retains all rights to the story and all areas of its publication. If anyone who has written a better legal disclaimer, I would appreciate it very much if you would send me a copy to use with my postings. "Please continue reading ONLY IF YOU'RE ABOVE 18 YEARS OLD and reading this story does not break any kind of law in your community/city/state/country." Thanks. :-} ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ My Baby Sister Her eyes widened slightly as she stared on with interest. I was shaking pretty bad now as I cleared my throat and continued with my story. But wait a minute. Allow me to bring you up to date. My name is Bob Thompson. The woman is Dr. Rosenbloom, a physciatrist in sexual disorders. My wife insisted I see a doctor if I wanted our marriage to continue, so here I am. Anyway, I was just beginning to tell the doctor of my problems and of what I felt caused them. You see, I'm a transvestite and I've also been into infantilism most of my life. It all started back in the Sixties when I was around seven years old. I guess my life could be considered fairly normal up until then. I was one of three children and never went without the material things in life. Though my father had deserted us years before, mom had done well in keeping us together. She owned a little boutique that brought in enough to pay the bills and keep us secure. My two sisters shared a bedroom and I had the one at the end of the hall. Cindy, the oldest was usually put in charge of things when mom took her monthly purchasing trips to restock the store. It wasn't to bad as mom was never away more than a few days at a time. I was in the second grade and Bonnie, my other sister, was in the sixth. We often walked home together and would sit on the porch to wait for Cindy. She was going to Jr. High accross town and it took her half an hour longer to get home. It was September and the weather had finally started cooling off. Mom had just left on another of her trips so Cindy cooked supper. Soon after we ate, my sisters started doing the dishes and I went out to play. We had an old shed in the back yard that we used for storage and I would often play in it making believe it was my own little house. This evening was one such occasion. I didn't have many friends other than those at school so I pretty much stayed by myself most of the time. It was this paticular evening that started a chain of events that will remained clear in my mind for the rest of my life. I was sitting at the shed window looking out through the dirty glass panes and feeling pretty bored. I glanced around the room looking for something to stir my interest when my eyes caught sight of a couple of cardboard boxes in the far corner. I had seen them there before but never really gave them much thought. In my curiousity I wandered over to them and pulled the flaps open on the top one. It was filled with old clothes and a few pairs of shoes. I rumaged through the items trying to find something of interest when my hands felt something soft and silky. Just then a strange feeling swept over me that felt unusually pleasant. Wondering what I had touched, I pulled the item from the box and held it to the window. It was one of Cindy's old nylon petticoats. It was very full and trimmed with pink satin ribbons and several small bows. A sensation flashed through me as I had visions of what it would be like to try it on. My pulse started to climb as I playfully held the petticoat around my waist trying to fantisize actually wearing it. The very fact that it was tabu to dress up in girls clothes excited me and pulled me back to the box in search of a complete wardrobe to try on. After some sorting, I found an old dress, some shoes and even a pair of lace trimmed socks but no panties. I hurriedly moved the box aside and opened the other one. Low and behold it was filled with baby clothes, diapers, baby powders and everything else one could ever need to clothe a baby. Some of the plastic panties were rumba styled and covered with nylon. I looked through all of them trying to find a pair that would be big enough to pass as regular panties. The biggest ones were still to small but I kept them out anyway. Spreading my now complete wardrobe accross the chair, I repacked the boxes and rushed to the window. My heart was pounding now as antisapation mounted. Searching the yard for any signs of my sisters assured me the coast was clear. Moving to a dark corner of the room, I removed my clothes and nerviously stepped into the rumba pants. My hands trembled as I struggled to pull them up. The legs were really quite small and tore up the sides slightly in my determination to get them on. I felt the strained elastic give way as the cool plastic linning slid accross my cock and hugged my waist. Feeling very strange in the panties, I nearly lost all control of my body as it shook with excitement. Hurriedly I dawned the petticoats and pulled the dress over my head. It too was small but I managed to get it pulled down and fastened the waist ties in a bow behind me. Next came the socks I thought as I reached over to the chair. All of a sudden the room filled with light and I heard the door bang against the wall. Standing in horrifying shock, I reeled towards the door only to see Cindy staring at me with dis-belief. What in the world are you doing Bobby? she exclaimed as she entered the room. In my horror at being caught I couldn't talk or move. After a few seconds of silence she smiled and started to laugh. The laughter didn't last long and slowly turned to hatefulness. In a devilish tone of voice she exclaimed: Let's go to the house and show Bonnie her new little sister. I was horrified as she grabbed my hand and dragged me accross the yard, all the while calling me a little sissy boy. I pulled as hard as I could trying to excape her grip but she was to strong. Please don't let Bonnie see me, PLEASE! I was only trying them on for a minute. I promise I won't do it ever again. My words fell on deaf ears as I was pulled through the door and forced to stand by the couch. Bonnie! Would you come in here for a minute? I've someone I want you to meet. I was crying hard now as the feeling of humility overtook my every sense. I turned my eyes away as I caught sight of Bonnie enter the room. Her burst of laughter sent waves of shame through my vains. I could see her pointing at my new clothes as I looked up from my tear drenched face. She was about to fall over from laughing so hard when Cindy turned and started to talk. Isn't little Sis cute in her petticoats and dress, she sneered with enjoyment. I was shaking violently now as my shame grew more intense. I think we ought to make her wear them the rest of the day, don't you agree Bonnie? Yes! It would be fun having a new sister to play with. At that Cindy again grabbed my arm and demanded I keep the clothes on until she told me I could change. Not able to respond to her demands prompted threats of telling mom what I did if I didn't agree. Shaking more violently now, I helplessly nodded my consent. All of a sudden I felt a strange warmth flowing around my crotch and I grabbed my crotch through the dress. Seeing my actions, Cindy again grabbed my hand and pulling it away, angrily told me that wasn't lady like. I immediately felt the rush of pee run down my legs and felt my face turn flush as I realized what was happening. Oh No! I cried out in horror as my sisters looked in surprise at the puddle forming on the floor. Bonnie's mouth dropped open in dis-belief as Cindy dropped my arm and stood back also in surprise. After a moment of deathly silence thier faces slowly turned to laughter as they began poking fun of my condition. Look! Sis has wet her panties., Bonnie cheered. Cindy turned and said, I guess our little sister is still a baby. Look at little baby. Baby wet her panties. they sang over and over in harmony. Crying completely out of control now, I pleaded for them to stop and let me change into my own clothes. Cindy reached for my skirt and lifted it up to reveil my panties. With a hateful giggle, she exclaimed, Looks like baby sister needs changing. She then told Bonnie about the box of old baby clothes in the shed and asked her to fetch them. I felt a tidalwave of horror come over me at the sound of her request and darted for the door. Bonnie blocked my exit as Cindy grabbed my arm firmly and demanded I get back in the room repeating her threats of telling mom. Within minutes, Bonnie returned with the box and a gleeful smile that showed her pleasure in what was ahead. Playfully, they dug through the box pulling out several baby items including a couple of baby bottles. All of a sudden, they stopped with thier hands still in the box, and turned to me with a big smile. Your in luck baby., laughed Cindy. At that she pulled up a large handful of diapers and waved them at me saying: See what we found. These are exactly befitting your behavior. Again I shouted in horror, PLEASE! Please let me change my clothes. Cindy jumped up at my pleas and in a hatefully convincing voice, said OK! My heart started to slow down from relief as I thanked her and started to turn for my room to change. Hold it right there!, she shouted. I said you could change your clothes but I didn't say into what. Knowing exactly what she meant I again started shaking. I'm serious! she snapped. Now you'd better do as I say or else I'll tell mom I caught you playing with these too. Bonnie jumped in saying she would back Cindy up. I'll bet mom would make you stay dressed like this a lot longer than us. She'd probably make you sleep in them too. Do you want that? Hanging my head down in hopelessness, I said No! Turning to Bonnie, she grinned a victory smile as they both started giggling at my predicament. After removing my dress and petticoats, Cindy demanded I lay down on the floor. She then asking Bonnie to help her as she pulled at my plastic rumba pants. I turned my head to the side as I couldn't look at them staring at my nakedness. Bonnie move over to the side to gather a few diapers and smiled at me as she handed them to Cindy. I felt very strange as I glanced down the length of my naked body and saw Cindy folding the diapers. diapers slipping under me. When she was done, she moved up between my feet and told be to raise up a little. Bonnie started to giggle again as I reluctantly obeyed. Hand me some diaper pins, Sis. Bonnie handed her the pins and kneeled beside me as I felt the diapers being drawn up between my legs. Please don't make me wear these diapers., I again pleaded. They just laughed and started talking to me as if I was a baby. Bonnie really seemed to enjoy cooing to me as I again started to cry. Be still now so I don't stick you. I again looked down as Cindy pulled the diapers around my waist and fastened them with the pins. For some reason, I felt even more ashamed when I noticed the pins were pink. The moment the second pin snapped shut, I felt a wave of total surrender and helplessness against thier every wish. I had been reduced to a helpless baby and lost all ability to resist. Backing away, Cindy stood up and told be to stand. Next came another pair of rubber pants. These were a plain pair but a little larger than the rumba pants I had found. With the extra bulk of the diapers they too ended up tearing a little. Just as Cindy gave them a last tug, Bonnie leaned over and wispered something in her ear. I couldn't make it out but I knew it was in regards to me. Cindy nodded an approval and Bonnie left the room. Cindy stood back and while admiring her work, she commented on what a cute looking baby I had become. Doesn't baby feel better now with fresh clothes on? she asked with a chuckle. Just then I saw Bonnie return with.... OH! NO! Not that! She had fetched a pair of her shortest babydoll pajamas and, holding them up for me to see, said excitedly.: Look what sis has for baby. You'll look so cute in this. she laughed. I turned to Cindy with a look of pleading but she too was laughing. Stand still now or I'll have to give baby a good spanking she said as she pulled the pink shortie over my head. Look! They're so short I can still see babys diapers., Bonnie exclaimed with ever increasing excitement. Now your to remain dressed like this until we tell you different. Do you understand?, Demanded Cindy. If your really good and act like a baby for us for a little while, we'll let you have your clothes back. This means you are to talk like a baby when you are hungry or want something. One word of grown up talk and you will keep these on until tomorrow. They glanced smiles at each other and began to giggle again. I held my head down in shame and saw the gown spread out like a little babys dress. The diapers felt bulky and strange between my legs as I stood before my sisters and listened to thier laughs and humiliating remarks. It felt like I had stood before them for hours as they kept giggling while frequently taking turns checking my diapers to see if I was wet. Finally, I was told to sit down on the floor. Cindy told Bonnie to entertain baby for awhile and she went into the kitchen. Bonnie told me I'd better behave and do what ever she said or she'd tell Cindy I talked to her. Reaching over to the table, she retrieved a pacifier and stuck it in my mouth. She then sat back in the chair and stared at me while occasionally giggling and making fun of my being a cute little baby girl. She frequently pointed to my diapers asking if baby was wet and every now and then would reach and adjust my pacifier. As the evening wore on, I slowly calmed down and stopped crying. I tried to do exactly what they wanted and thought only of the moment this would be over. Cindy had return and made me drink a baby bottle of warm milk again with threats of reprizel if I resisted. The rest of the evening went by slowly as I was made to play with some baby toys from the box. Once, when things started quieting down, in her attempt to re-kindle laughter, Cindy made me get on my belly and crawl accross the room. I did everything I was asked as I knew it was useless to fight them. It was getting awfully late I thought to myself. It shouldn't be long now and I'll be over this shame. Well! Looks like baby has finally settled down and is behaving herself., Cindy exclaimed. She's been a really good baby the last couple of hours. Let's give her one last test to see if she's learned obedience. If she obeys, we'll let her get changed. What do you have in mind?, Bonnie asked with hopes of humiliating me further. Little Baby! Get up and come here to mommy., Cindy demanded laughingly. I stood up and walked over to her with yerning eyes for an end to this nightmare. Do you think you've had enough of wearing other clothes than your own?, Cindy asked as she pulled me closer. I nodded yes as I hung my head down with remorse. Will you mind me from now on when I tell you to do something? Again I nodded I would. Good! She exclaimed. Let's see if you really mean it. At that she reached down and feeling my diapers, she demanded I wet them before she would change me. I can't change a dry baby! she stated. Now wet them for mommy. I glanced at Bonnie only to see her eyes lit up with glee at my new predicament. I again felt my heart race as my now tired body started to again shake violently. Please don't make me do that, I pleaded over and over. If you want to get out of these diapers you'd better mind me or I'll have you wear them all night. I could tell she wasn't going to change her mind. I finally agreed after getting her to promise me I could have my clothes back right after. Bonnie stared hard at me as I strained to wet in my diapers. I could feel my face turn flush as I tried to release the bonds of years of toilet training. It just didn't seem to want to let go and I cried that I couldn't do it with them watching. My sisters agreed to turn around for just a minute but warned me I'd better succeed or else. It took several minutes more before I started to feel the warm pee slowly escape and saturate the diapers. I felt so ashamed as it flowed faster and faster. Bonnie turned abruptly shouting.: He's doing it! He's really wetting himself. Humiliation engulfed me as I now tried to stop. Now matter how hard I tried, it just kept coming until the diapers were soaked thru and thru and started running from the small tears in the pants down to the floor. My sisters seemed a little shocked at my compliance to thier demands but soon began cheering me on. That's a good little baby. Now you really are like a real baby. The slight aroma of fresh pee seeped up to my nostrils and I began to cry to now have the diapers removed. Cindy clutched my gown and removed it, leaving me standing there with only wet diapers and plastic pants on. Now get down on the floor and crawl for us., she giggled. You promised I could take these off if I did what you asked., I exclaimed in fearful defiance thru my tears. In just a minute., snapped Cindy. I'll let you know when and not before. At that she again told me to get down and crawl for them so they could take a good look at thier baby sister acting like the baby she is. I felt really naked with just the diapers and rubber pants on. The wetness felt strange as I helplessly obeyed and crawled to thier laughter. OK! That's enough. I guess we've had enough fun. We'll let you take them off now. At that I quickly stood up and removed the pants and unpinning the diapers, letting them fall to the floor. I didn't care if they saw me naked anymore. All I wanted was to get out of these wet diapers. Pick those diapers up and bring them to the laundry., Cindy ordered. Now go and take a bath while I fetch your clothes. What a feeling of relief I felt as I slipped into the tub of water. As promised, Cindy returned with a pair of my P.J.'s and told me to hurry and get dressed. As I was leaving the bathroom, Cindy called for me to join them in thier bedroom for a minute. They were sitting on the edge of the bed as I entered and instructed me to come closer. We just want to let you know that if you ever tell mom what happened today you know what will happen. You'd better be quiet if you don't want a lot worst. And don't forget our aggreement. You'd better do everything we tell you from now on or the next time mom's gone again we'll repeat today only worst. Is that clear? Hanging my head in helpless shame, I acknowledged I understood and as I turned to go to bed, they giggled: Nighty-night, Baby Sis! --****ATTENTION****--****ATTENTION****--****ATTENTION****--***ATTENTION*** Your e-mail reply to this message WILL be *automatically* ANONYMIZED. 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